I like to think that because of her influence, my mom developed her love of baseball. Initially, my mom was a Cardinals' fan like my grandmother, but after our family moved to Texas, she began to love the local team, the Texas Rangers. I'm not sure if my mom really encouraged me to love baseball, but I do remember going to the library each summer and checking out every book on baseball (as well as hockey) that I could. I thirsted for more and more knowledge, learning everything I could about the way baseball is played, as well as the Texas Rangers.
In 1995, my father was able to get his hands on tickets to the MLB All-Star game at The Ballpark in Arlington. Because he was only able to get two (and my dad and sister weren't really fans of baseball), he gave them to my mother and me so we could have fun at the ball park. It was the first time I remember us ever going to a MLB game and it was magical. Our bond with baseball was cemented, and I could never turn back.
As I grew up and moved away to Maryland*, my mom and I would call each other almost daily. During baseball season, we would talk more often because we would have to be on the phone when the Rangers were playing. At times, my broadcast of the game was a few seconds quicker than hers in Texas, so I would react to something happening before she had even seen it. It was frustrating for her, but hilarious for me.
When my mom became ill, I didn't realize that I would only have a few months left with her. She always did her best to stay optimistic and still would talk baseball with me whenever she could. After we knew that she didn't have much time left, I flew down to Texas to be with her and my dad. It was the end of July, the Rangers were being auctioned off to the highest bidder, and surprisingly enough, they were having a really great season. While my mom was in hospice care, she wasn't always fully cognizant of everything happening around her, yet when a baseball game was on TV, we'd would have it on. I'm not sure if it was so she could maybe be able to hear it or if it just allowed us to have some sense of normalcy in such a difficult time.
After my mom died, the world somehow continued to turn and baseball still continued to be played. That same fall, the Rangers managed to have an amazing run, beating Tampa Bay in five games and the Yankees in six. Up until that point, the Rangers had always struggled against the Yankees, but somehow they beat them and went to the World Series for the first time. Even though they would eventually lose in five games to the Giants, the fact that they made it felt like some kind of sign. It was a joy and comfort during a time when I had very little joy.
The Texas Rangers and my mom's memory have always been connected since she died. It's part of the reason I'm crazy obsessed with this team and why I cried myself to sleep when they lost the World Series to the Cardinals in 2011. Despite my excitement and enthusiasm for the beginning of baseball season, it's also why I can't help but shed a few tears when our great pastime returns each Spring.
*Fun fact of the day: One of the only reasons I applied to jobs in Maryland was because of Camden Yards. When I visited Baltimore on an 8th grade field trip, I was mystified by the ballpark. It was glorious. Thus, Baltimore, Maryland, became one of the place where I wanted to live when I grew up. So if you look at it that way, I met my husband in Baltimore because of my love for baseball which brought me here. (It's a bit of a stretch, but it's also a fun thought.)